Todd
Downing was an American advertising copy writer, novelist and
reviewer who was born in Atoka, Choctaw Nation, Indian Territory
(Oklahoma), who began his stop-and-go academic career as an
instructor in Spanish at the University of Oklahoma and ended it as a
teacher at Atoka High School – capped with his appointment to
Emeritus Professor of Choctaw Language and Choctaw Heritage. But his
academic achievements pale in comparison to the body of work that
made him, to quote Curt
Evans, "one of the most important regionalist mystery
writers of the Golden Age."
When he was teenager,
Downing began devouring the detective-and thriller stories by Arthur
B. Reeve and Edgar
Wallace at "a prodigious rate" and graduated to the
Golden Age detective fiction of Anthony
Berkeley, S.S. van
Dine and Rufus
King in the 1920s. These years formed the foundation for his
career as a mystery reviewer and writer in the 1930s. Downing
reviewed John
Dickson Carr, Agatha
Christie and Ellery
Queen in the literary pages of Oklahoma City's Daily Oklahoman
and published his first mystery novel, Murder on Tour (1933).
A novel that introduced United States Customs Service Agent, Hugh
Rennert, who made seven appearances between 1933 and 1937, which are
mostly set in Mexico.
So a writer who should
have had more of my attention, especially since all of his novels
were reprinted by Coachwhip,
but mistakenly decided, years ago, to begin with his most well-known
detective novel, The Cat Screams (1934) – a detective story
undeserving of its reputation. Downing redeemed himself with Vultures
in the Sky (1935), but, sort of, forgot about him until I
recently came across my copy of The Last Trumpet (1937).
Now that I've read it, I
finally understand why Curt has been gushing over Downing and devoted
an entire book to him, Clues
and Corpses: The Detective Fiction and Mystery Criticism of Todd
Downing (2013).
The Last Trumpet
takes place around the sun-soaked border towns of Mexico and the
United States, during the Christmas season, where Hugh Rennert has
retired to grow citrus fruit. When the story opened, Rennert had been
on an errand to Matamoros when a friend, Kent Distant, drags him to
the debut of a young matador, Carlos Campos. Everything appeared to
go well, until Campos was about to deliver the golpe de gracia
with his sword when "a spasm of pain contorted the man's face."
And he got fatally wounded by the horn of the bull.
An unfortunate tragedy
that becomes highly suspicious when it turned out that Campos was one
of the witnesses in a lawsuit between Dr. Paul Torday and the Mexican
National Railways, which stemmed from a horrific collision when a
passenger train crashed into a sidetracked Pullman sleeper –
killing four people and left the doctor crippled. Dr. Torday was not
expected to survive his injuries and the railway company offered him
a thousand dollars a week indemnity, but he didn't die and held them
to their bargain. So now they're trying to break their indemnity by
going to court. And it turns out that the witnesses in this ongoing
case have been plagued by fatal, or near fatal, accidents around the
same time of the year.
Over the past two years,
around Christmas time, death stalked the group of witnesses with
various degrees of success. One of the witnesses was killed in a
hunting accident and Dr. Torday's car had been nearly forced of the
road. Now the young matador had been killed in a suspicious-looking
mishap and someone else was shot and wounded while on an evening
walk, but, more interestingly, another man is shot and killed while
crossing the crowded International Bridge, over the Rio Grande,
connecting Mexico with the United States – offering a potentially
diplomatic nightmare scenario. What if "the gun had been fired a
foot or so inside Mexico," but "the man died in the United
States?" or "if the murderer had stood on the United
States side, shot across the line, and then stepped over into
Mexico?"
A great idea that should
have been used as the premise of a separate detective novel instead
of being merely a puzzle piece.
Dr. Torday tries to hire
Rennert to find out, whether or not, there's a plot against him and
his witnesses, but he turns him down and accepts the position of
deputy sheriff (without a pay) to find a solution to these nebulous
deaths. And why they had to die. Since it's highly unlikely that the
Mexican National Railways is committing mass murder to get out of an
ordinary lawsuit.
So the plot of The Last
Trumpet very much reminded me of the Christie's Murder
is Easy (1939) and John H. Vance's The
Fox Valley Murders (1966) with its series of suspicious,
homicidal-looking accidents and the explanation Rennert's uncovered
was immensely satisfying and pure Golden Age. One part of the
solution is a variation on a trick used by two of the previously
mentioned mystery writers, but Downing found an original use for it
and strengthened the solution by giving the murderer a ruthless
motive, which made for a memorable ending to a classic American
detective novel. Only (minor) blemish on the plot is that it needed
the presence of a lot of left-handed, or ambidextrous, characters in
order to make it work, but a flaw I can easily forgive when learning
why they were needed – showing you can stretch things a little if
you have something to show for it in the end. Downing definitely
delivered here in the end!
The Last Trumpet is
a small gem of the American detective story with a plot that appeared
to be as loose as sand when you're reading it, but the solution
revealed everything stuck together like conjoined twins. So,
plot-wise, The Last Trump is an excellent detective novel, but
the writing and setting demonstrated why Curt considers Downing as
one of the best regional mystery writers of his day. Obviously,
Downing loved Mexico and that love is reflected in his writing. Most
heartily recommended!
A note for the curious:
one of the characters predicts that "solar heat would eventually
be converted into cheap energy" and "take the place of
mineral fuel," which felt a little out-of-time and wondered if
the text had been "updated." But a quick search showed that
people have been experimenting
with solar energy since the late 1800s. Still, it was unexpected to
come across a reference to solar energy in a regional mystery novel
from the 1930s.
Ah, Downing... I recall liking 'Vultures in the Sky' less than I thought I would, given glowing commendations. But he has since then grown on me. He strikes me to be quite a literary writer, apart from puzzle craftsmanship. Thanks for the review!
ReplyDeleteDowning knew how to write a good yarn and his ability to make his bright, colorful settings come alive is on par with the best of the regionalist mystery writers, Arthur Upfield. But opinions on his novels appear to be all over the place. There's no general consensus on which are his best or worst novels. Your lukewarm response to the often praised Vultures in the Sky is a good example, while I hated his most well-known mystery The Cat Screams.
DeleteSo he certainly was an fascinating mystery writer who did something different and interesting with the detective story.